[ she breathes a shaky sigh of relief as he explains. it doesn't fix everything, but maybe it's not - as awful, this way. she'd rather be ignored than widowed of her deity. and it's only looking at marco with that newfound relief that she realizes he looks... sad. tired. old. did he always look like this? no, that can't be right. she remembers how he looked, arguing - fighting - panicking. how long has it been? ]
I think... [ she sounds quiet, shaky - more the 18 year old girl she is than the monstrous priestess she had to be. ] ...I think that would be nice. Are you sure you're okay with that, Marco?
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I think... [ she sounds quiet, shaky - more the 18 year old girl she is than the monstrous priestess she had to be. ] ...I think that would be nice. Are you sure you're okay with that, Marco?